
Jack Mode Cognito (Ft. Brisco, Rick Ross & Willy Wo)
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[Chorus: Cognito]
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn't understand
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn't understand
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I roll my dice, and collect the profit
We all got cars, but I'm the first to Gucci top it
Swing through on the low, scoop a hot bitch
She don't suck dick, but trust me nigga, I got this
Gotta school it to the mob life
Me and Cog life
The H2 with the fog lights
I gotta show her how to twist that green
That's 20 karots right there, baby
This that green
Get your homie, ride your rhyms
Your baby mama seeing us, like she riding with them
They got Proddas on, better hide your Tims
6 months ago, we had pies for Tim
Fuck Chevy niggas, Imma glide in the Benz
Sit in my car in the yard, inside is slim
We catch you snitchin, bitchin, tryna bate mine
Hating cause my rhyms up to your waistline
Boss!
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn't understand
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn't understand
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I roll my dice, and collect the profit
We all got cars, but I'm the first to Gucci top it
Swing through on the low, scoop a hot bitch
She don't suck dick, but trust me nigga, I got this
Gotta school it to the mob life
Me and Cog life
The H2 with the fog lights
I gotta show her how to twist that green
That's 20 karots right there, baby
This that green
Get your homie, ride your rhyms
Your baby mama seeing us, like she riding with them
They got Proddas on, better hide your Tims
6 months ago, we had pies for Tim
Fuck Chevy niggas, Imma glide in the Benz
Sit in my car in the yard, inside is slim
We catch you snitchin, bitchin, tryna bate mine
Hating cause my rhyms up to your waistline
Boss!
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